Christopher Scarver Book Novels & Stories

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

The culprit was Carl who was laughing at her horrified state. "Carl!" she shrieked. "Dude, you scared me! I thought it was a shark or something!" She dabbed him with water. Looks like she fell into his shenanigans. "You can't be serious. A shark?! I'll have to let you know you're not in the States anymore, Annabelle. And, stop drinking coffee. That's two." He splashed some water back. "I don't always drink coffee." He continued to sprinkle some water. "What the heck?!" she laughed at his childish antics.

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

“Look, man. I’m not going to say it isn’t a challenge to change, OK? It is. You’re right about that, I’ll give you that one. But it is possible, if someone really wants it.” “You think…” Sam hesitated again. “You really think that you can get past everything? All those things that you did before?” “Yes.” Scars’ voice was clipped. “I do.” “You know that the past never really stays there, right?” Sam said quietly. “That at some point, it tries to drag you back… it comes calling, because a bill is still due. Karma, Vic. None of us escapes it.” “So why the hell should I leave my VP post, then?” Scars demanded. “If I’m damned and done and dusted, I’m right where I belong, huh? Down in the shit?”

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

He followed Mr Thompson to a shelf which had a bold written heading; THE BOOK OF SCARS. "The first book was written by the library keeper before me. He had a little knowledge of what scars meant but doubts arose that not all were interpreted correctly." He said, taking out two black books from the shelf. "So which has the correct interpretation?" He asked. "This." Mr Thompson points the right one to him. "My brother and I had to put in a lot to come up with a solid interpretation for every kind of scar and their meanings. Read through it and you'll see what I am talking about."

It was bitter to hear but it's the truth and Scar also couldn't deny this. "If you want to search, go ahead. But, I will suggest you leave before they come if you don't want to see by them." Carol said and Scar nodded. After Carol left, Scar once again looked around the whole study only to sigh. She even searched in Connor's drawer, but nothing came in hand. Watching the bookshelves, she walked to the corner one. It only consisted of a few books. They were all visible, so she left the books there, knowing there were no diaries.

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"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.